"Welcome," the basket's ribbon says, and IUnderstand the stretch of the arms holdingIt toward me. "Welcome, but stay at arm's length.We know why you have come here. You have fooledNo one with your witness protection name.""Welcome, you refugee from disaster unnamed,Not like many hurricanes named female,Not like many downstate divorces, namedMan's last name versus man's last name." "Welcome,But stand back. You've not fooled anyone withThat chintz, those lawn chairs, those perennialsThat die every fall. Your kind arrives hereWith every hard closing on a house sale.We know you have barely survived what chasedYou here. We smell the gunpowder in the Folds of your 'kiss the cook' apron." "Welcome.We were once you but won't admit it, notEven to ourselves in private." "Welcome,But that past you brought with you onto theCul de sac, like the wolf-sized dogs orCoal mine canaries the bylaws rejectIn this gated community, you hadBetter take it out, have it put to sleep."